Mairon was sitting by the tall, east-facing window, wrapped in a black cloak which fitted nicely with the surrounding colour scheme.
He stared out into the inky-black sky, the stars hidden from even his superior sight due to the thick smog belching from underground furnaces, their flames being the only light he could see.
Despite the fires Mairon felt cold. He wrapped the cloak tighter around his slim figure.
His master should have been back by now.
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Of Love and Torture
FanfictionThis is an Angbang/Silmarillion fanfic written by me and the incredible @SweetieDoggie. In which an irritable Melkor, a disaster-prone Mairon and an unfortunate Maedhros all end up in the same fortress, so naturally chaos ensues.
